His younger twin, standing at one side, sniggered. "Mommy, do you really believe this fellow's words? You may find him looking serious and sincere now as he tells you that, but once I am done preparing dinner, this little piggy will plunder the table!"
She gave a chuckle when she heard that.
The boy in her arms pouted in embarrassment, rebutting, "That's not true! Am I what you've made me out to be? I'm not a little piggy for sure!"
"Hmph! Piggy!"
Ignoring him, the younger boy walked up to his mother enthusiastically and lugged the luggage, which was next to her, into the cloakroom. "Mommy, let me unpack your luggage for you; leave it to me!"
Stunned momentarily, she quickly stopped him. "Youyou, I'm only back home to get a few outercoats!"
He froze and turned to look at her with some surprise.
"…Does that mean that you are leaving again tonight?"
"Yes…"
